Chapter 29: A Good Memory
He had never thought much about shells before, but the way she talked about them, with such fascination and warmth, made them seem almost magical.
"You really know a lot about this," he commented.
Maya grinned. "Of course! My grandma used to take me shell hunting all the time when I was a kid. She taught me how to tell different types apart."
Lucas tilted his head slightly.
He had never heard her talk about her family much. It was... kind of nice, getting this small glimpse into her past.
"You must've collected a lot back then," he mused.
"Oh, tons!" Maya laughed. "I had an entire box full of them. But my mom made me get rid of most of them because she said they smelled like the ocean too much."
Lucas smirked. "So basically, she was tired of your room smelling like fish?"
Maya sighed dramatically. "Unfortunately, yes."
He chuckled, shaking his head as he shifted the shells in his hands.
Even though he had originally complained about holding them, he found himself actually enjoying listening to her explanations.